Thursday, May 6, 2010

It is true
No one gives their hearts
as gifts to solace against sorrows of others
And if some one claims
Never believe
Hearts not selfish
But beholders
Listen, Yes..
And the colorful ones,
Forwards arrive, later
to chain soul to panic waves of pacific
Himalaya you see, sages, seers
Jurassic-classic encyclopedia
a noble, royal planet
In mirrors watch reflections
collect rain drops from clouds
in hands to clear black spots
a year ago…
a year ago
in strings there was music
and the same music follows earth.
A  year after
There no change in pacific
other than the roaring blue waves
And in that heart hidden cries
of mistaken identities...

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